Marble Hornets Your POV

P10. Brian?

(Sorry it took so long for a next part)

*End of the Tape*

We all stare at the screen, completely confused.

"I am so confused," I say. "That tunnel Alex was in is the same one where I found this tape. And that path that was filmed—I filmed that shot... Wait, do I still have my camera?"

I search through my backpack, but its not in there. I was wearing a GoPro strapped against my chest, but i was not wearing it. I stand up and rush to the car i was in. "What the hell? My camera's are gone. I definitely had them with me..." I mumble, heading back into the house, still bewildered.

I'm deep in thought, trying to piece everything together. "But Tim, why were you in that video? Who filmed that? There's someone stalking us—that's got to be what's happening. I can't think of any—"

I suddenly stop mid-sentence, the realization hitting me. "Brian..." I whisper.

"I remember something from when Brian and I went to the store together. We ended up in the forest, and I lost him while we were in a small abandoned cabin. At one point, I turned around and saw a masked man standing in front of me, wearing Brian's yellow hoodie. But his face was covered with a mask—red dots for eyes and a red frown for a mouth. It hovered over me... but then it ran away because of the tall figure. What if that masked man was really Brian? Maybe he is being influenced by the figure in some way, making him forget everything. He might not even realize he's become that hooded man."

 take a shaky breath, my mind racing. "If Brian really is the masked man... then what the hell does that mean for us?" Tim looks at me, his face pale. "We need to find him. Now."
But just as I say it, something flickers on the screen. The video, which had gone black, jumps back to life. The footage is grainy, shaky—like someone is holding the camera and moving through the woods. My breath catches in my throat. The path looks eerily familiar.

Then, a figure steps into frame. A yellow hoodie. I feel my stomach drop.
The camera moves closer, as if the person holding it is stalking Brian. His movements are stiff, almost robotic. Then, suddenly, he stops walking. His head tilts, and slowly he turns toward the camera.
The mask. The red-dot eyes. The painted frown. My blood runs cold.

The video freezes. The screen distorts. For a moment, I swear I see something else behind Brian.. A tall, shadowy figure standing in the trees, watching. But then the video cuts out completely.
A loud thud comes from outside. Tim and I whip our heads toward the window.
Someone is standing near the treeline. A yellow hoodie. Could it be Brian?
But something is wrong. He's standing too still, like he's waiting for something. The mask is on his face. The red dots. The frown. Then, he raises a hand and points directly at me.

I freeze, heart hammering in my chest. The air feels thick, like it's pressing down on me. My eyes stay locked on Brian, or whoever that is in the yellow hoodie. His hand is still pointed directly at me, but he doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Doesn't even seem to breathe.
"This isn't real" I whisper to myself, though my voice sounds distant, like I'm trying to convince myself.

Tim steps beside me and Jay keeps on watching carefully, his voice tight. "That's not Brian. It can't be. He wouldn't just stand there like that. We need to get out of here."
I can't tear my eyes away from the figure. My mind is swirling. What's happening? Why is he pointing at me? Suddenly, the figure in the hoodie drops his hand and turns away. And slowly like he's moving in a trance, he begins to walk toward the trees.

I don't know what's happening, but my instincts scream at me to follow him. To confront him. But at the same time, everything inside me is telling me to run. "Should we... follow him?" I ask, barely able to get the words out.
Tim shakes his head. "We don't know what that thing is or who it is. It's not safe."
But it's too late. I'm already moving before I can think it through. I grab the door handle and fling it open, ignoring the sharp breath Tim takes behind me.

The cold night air hits me like a punch. The gravel underfoot crunches as I sprint toward the treeline, where the figure has just disappeared. My feet slip slightly in the wet earth, but I keep going. I reach the spot where I saw him, but there's nothing. Just trees. The wind rustling the branches. The eerie silence that seems to fill everything.

Then I hear it. A crack. A snap of twigs. I spin around. There, standing in the shadows, is the masked figure.

"Brian?" My voice shakes, but I force myself to say his name. "Is it really you?"

The figure doesn't respond. He just stands there, facing me with that mask, completely motionless. Then, without warning, he takes a step forward. I take a step back, heart racing. But I can't stop myself from moving toward him, as if some force beyond my control is pulling me closer. His head tilts slightly, the red dots of his mask seeming to glow under the dim light of the moon. And then, almost imperceptibly, he gestures toward the woods toward the deep, impenetrable darkness.

It's a silent invitation. A command. My skin crawls.
Tim's voice breaks through my haze. "We need to get back, now. This isn't Brian. We don't know what's out here!"

But the figure steps closer, his gaze doesn't seem to leave mine. Then, in the silence, I hear something. A soft whisper, almost like the wind. It sounds like... a voice.

"Come. Follow"....